Suddenly, the sound just stopped. LOF looked around. What caused this sweet respite, from the constant. Tick. Tick. Tick.
He heard a slight rise in the announcer's voice. Was something exciting in the game? It had been a slog so far, early dominance led to the Leafs taking their foot off the break, weak goaltending, then an ill-advised penalty.
But what now? A breakaway for John Tavares. The flick of the wrist, the shot, the SNIPE.
Oh Captain, My Captain, indeed. And then, suddenly, inexplicably, the shot from Knies. An exploration of pleasure came out of LOF's mouth. I called this, he said knowingly.
I FUCKING CALLED THIS.